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Chapter 267 Yin Zhong retreats

"You can't kill me, no one in the Tong family can kill me!"

"I almost forgot that the Tong family is not allowed to kill people. I wonder if they will break this rule for you?"

Yin Zhongzhuang is crazy. Although his physical injuries can be recovered, the mental trauma becomes more serious.

Although that sword did not kill him, it severely weakened his will, making the demonic nature in his heart even deeper, overwhelming the little calmness that was already left.

"This doesn't even kill you. I just hate that I'm not capable enough..."

Tong Bo sighed. Yin Zhong was stronger than he expected. Although the Spirit Sword Youling delivered a decisive blow at the critical moment, he was too weak to achieve success with one blow.

Now he has only the last breath left to hold on. Failure is doomed, and the fall of Shuiyuedongtian is irreversible. The life and death of his tribe depends on Yin Zhong's thoughts!
puff!

Yin Zhong managed to take a few steps, and another mouthful of blood spurted out. Despite his insistence that he couldn't kill him, the power of that sword was actually amazing.

Even if he couldn't be killed, it still caused him unprecedented heavy injuries. The body's healing ability could no longer suppress the wounds, and it was already at the end of its strength!

He stepped on a steel knife and Yin Zhong picked it up. It was a weapon discarded by the iron guard who had been injured by Tong Bo before. Now it was just used to send him on his last journey.

Even though Tong Bo's blood was almost drained and he could no longer survive without him taking action, he had always been against himself and seriously injured himself to this point. He couldn't vent his hatred without hacking him to death with his own hands!

Tong Bo turned his head slightly to look at the Spirit Sword not far away. He wanted to fight again, but he couldn't even move his fingers. The strength in his body was quickly lost, and he felt the cold for the first time in a long time.

"Is this what death feels like?"

The two of them were several feet apart. To Yin Zhong at this time, the short distance was no less than a thousand miles away. They moved forward step by step with bloody footsteps.

He was panting with every step he took, and the scars all over his body brought immense pain, but he always forced a happy smile.

It's just that Tong Bo's body can't wait that long anymore. I'm afraid he will die before Yin Zhong can get close to him. Yin Zhong will never be able to vent his anger in this life.

Tong Bo's vision began to dim, and the spiritual sword in front of him became increasingly blurry, but when he was dying, he seemed to see the spiritual sword suddenly trembling?
Then he fell into endless darkness and lost all perception.

"how come?"

Yin Zhong spoke with difficulty, and watched in disbelief as the silent spiritual sword began to shake again, rising from the ground with a clatter, and the sword tip pointed at him and flew towards him!

Now he had no power to resist. He was unable to parry the spirit sword that was shot at him. In the blink of an eye, a sword pierced through his heart, leaving a large hole in his chest.

Yin Zhong lowered his head slightly, as if he could see his still beating heart through the hole.

The spirit sword flew upside down, passed him and fell into Yi Buhuo's hands.

"Is this my sword?"

It wasn't until Yin Zhong was weak and fell to the ground, completely unconscious, that Yi Buhuo turned his attention to the spiritual sword in his hand.

I had rushed over as fast as I could, but it was still a step too late, Tong Bo and Yin Zhong had already finished fighting.

When he saw Tong Bo lying down and Yin Zhong still standing, he subconsciously wanted to take action, but he didn't expect that an ordinary long sword that had been inserted not far away suddenly reacted.

His wish directly gave Yin Zhong a chill, and then it flew into his hand.

It was only then that he realized that the sword was very familiar. It seemed that it was condensed in the style of the Xuanyuan Sword when he cut down the world consciousness.

"I remember, didn't that sword break into sword energy? Why did it appear here?"

Yi Buhuo scratched his head. Theoretically, the zhenqi sword he had condensed would dissipate after losing its own zhenqi supply, so it shouldn't continue to exist.

Now is not the time for research. Tong Bo's life and death is much more important than this sword that appears out of nowhere.

Without stopping the bleeding immediately, there were no more drops of blood in Tong Bo's body. Yi Buhuo activated his true energy to circulate throughout Tong Bo's body, and took out a silver needle to stab his Tianling!

"It's too late to save the gods!"

Picking up Tong Bo, Yi Buhuo was about to take him back to Shuiyue Cave for healing. When he turned around, he discovered that the big hole in Yin Zhong's chest was healing rapidly.

"I still don't have the ability to kill his soul. He is unkillable now..."

His face suddenly sank, and Yi Buhuo had a headache. This period of time was an important threshold for him to break through. After he passed the threshold, he was busy saving people, so he didn't have time to study how to eliminate human consciousness and soul.

"I don't know how to seal. If I leave it here and don't care about it, wouldn't it be like letting the tiger go home?"

Yi Buhuo looked at the spirit sword that he had thrown aside, and suddenly thought of a good idea.

"Although I don't know if you can do it, you can do it even if you don't do it now!"

He came to Yin Zhong with the spiritual sword and thrust it down suddenly, nailing Yin Zhong to the ground.

"Before I cure Tong Bo, it's up to you to calm him down. Please don't let me down..."

Yi Buhuo muttered a few words, then took Tong Bo away, leaving the trembling spirit sword behind as if arguing about something.

Yi Buhuo didn't know if the spirit sword was of use to Yin Zhong. It was only a moment that could delay Yin Zhong's recovery.

"How could it be like this? Tong Bo, don't scare me!"

As soon as he came back, a group of people gathered around him, and the hermit cultivator was shouting and almost bursting into tears.

"You're injured so badly. He's not dead, right?"

Yinxiu is a miracle doctor with top medical skills. Just looking at Tong Bo's appearance makes him scratch his head. There is no need to rescue this kind of injury. With so many scars on his body, it is impossible for anyone to recover.

"Big brother!"

Tong Zhan couldn't stop crying, and the scars on Tong Bo's body proved how brutal the battle outside was.

"You are not a member of the Tong clan, I shouldn't have let you go out, I'm sorry for you!"

"You can't fight even if you go out..."

Yi Buhuo interrupted his sorrow in a rather embarrassing manner, and said helplessly: "If you want to wait until his first day of mourning before crying, can you find a place for me to rescue him first?"

"Can you save him?"

Tong Zhan looked at him in surprise, "I almost forgot, you are a miracle doctor and you will definitely be able to save my brother. I will take you there, don't waste time!"

"Can you save someone with such an injury?"

There were too many people watching Tong Bo, Yin Xiu couldn't squeeze in and could only shrink in the corner. Hearing Yi Buhuo's words, he was a little suspicious. What's the difference between this and resurrecting the dead?
He had felt Tong Bo's pulse before, and even his body temperature had disappeared. He was basically dead. Isn't Yi Buhuo lying?

"I'm going to help too, just wait for me!"

Seeing Yi Buhuo walking further and further away, Yin Xiu came to his senses and hurriedly chased after him.

"Today I will show you my special skill Yin Yang Needle!"

Only Yi Buhuo and Yinxiu who volunteered to help were left in the room. Yi Buhuo took out the needle bag that had not been used for a long time with a solemn expression and pulled out all the silver needles under Yinxiu's curious eyes.

"I have a Yin-Yang Acupuncture secret book here. It is my painstaking work. Please go aside and read it slowly. Don't disturb me here."

He took out an almost faded book from his arms and threw it to the hermit. Although the hermit wanted to help, he really couldn't do anything, so he could only stand aside holding the book.

Yi Buhuo waved his hand, and the silver needles in his hand fell on Tong Bo's body like a shower of flowers, densely flashing with a cold light.

Even the hermit cultivator on the side took a breath of cold air unconsciously. Seeing so many silver needles almost made him suffer from trypophobia.

Why does this yin and yang needle look so scary, is it saving people or killing people?

"Tong Zhan, I know you are worried about Tong Bo. We are all worried about him. No matter how anxious you are here, you can't make Tong Bo get better. Don't let your body collapse first."

Yin Tianxue brought a few dishes to Tong Zhan, who had been sitting at the door. It had been a day, and Tong Zhan still hadn't had a drop of water, and he looked very haggard to the naked eye.

"I can't eat it. My eldest brother suffered such a serious injury because of Tong, but I can only hide behind and pray. I feel very sad that I can't live and die with him!"

Tong Zhan's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he always felt guilty in his heart. It was clear that Yin Zhong was looking for the Tong family, but Tong Bo was the only one who really faced him.

When he saw the scars all over Tong Bo's body, he wished he was the one injured!

"Tong Bo is also trying to protect you and us. He doesn't want you or us to get hurt, just like you don't want him to get hurt."

"There is the Tong clan behind you. If you only lament your weakness here, how will you face the threats from the outside?"

"Tianxue, you are right!"

Yin Tianxue's persuasion was still effective. Tong Zhan finally figured it out. The eldest brother had done what he wanted to do and had already blocked Tong's family once.

Then who will resist Yin Zhong next?
I shouldn't waste my energy here. If I collapse, how can I protect the Tong clan in place of my eldest brother?
"I'm going to eat now. I want to take good care of my body. My eldest brother has set an example. I want to protect my people like him and stand on the front line of Shuiyuedongtian!"

Tong Zhan's spirit was lifted, he stood up and pulled Yin Tianxue into his arms, "Thank you Tianxue, it's great to have you!"

"Hurry up and eat..."

Yin Tianxue smiled slightly, got out of his arms and turned around to serve him food, but found that Yi Buhuo and Yin Xiu had already sat down at some point.

The meal she prepared for Tong Zhan had been swept away by them. Yin Xiu still held half a chicken bone in his hand, and Yi Buhuo wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth and was picking his teeth.

"When did you come out?"

"Before you talk about love."

Yi Buhuo smiled, showing his teeth still stuffed with vegetable leaves, looking upright.

"..."

Tong Zhan glared at him and stood in front of Yin Tianxue, "You finally came out. How is my brother?"

"With me taking action, can we still miss?"

Yi Buhuo shook his head disdainfully and said: "Let the coffin be returned. Tong Bo is not in a hurry even if he wants to die. There is still a place where he can be used."

"Can I go see him now?"

Tong Zhan was a little excited. Although he wanted to go in and visit him now, he also knew that Tong Bo was weak and now was not a good time to visit him.

"You'd better go eat first, Tong Bo is extremely weak now, let's wait until he gets better."

Yi Buhuo touched his stomach and said, "Who can eat this little portion? Hurry up and set a table. I'm really hungry."

All the energy in Tong Bo's body had been used up. The energy to repair the damage on his body was all done by himself. After consuming too much energy, he actually felt hungry for the first time in a long time.

"I'm going to get ready!"

Yin Tianxue was broken up by them and was fighting with Tong. She was already feeling ashamed and angry, so she took the opportunity to leave quickly.

"How are my yin and yang needles?"

Yinxiu on the side cleaned his bones, and turned over the secret book of Yin-Yang acupuncture without letting go, reading it with relish.

"My whole life has been in vain. There are such incredible medical skills in this world. I am really shocked!"

Yin Xiu was still recalling Yi Buhuo's operation in his mind, and he was so impressed that he fell to the ground!

"Bumper!"

Yi Buhuo accepted his compliment with satisfaction, grabbed the secret book and tore out a page to wipe his mouth. Yin Xiu shed tears of distress.

"I still have some more here. I'll show them to you later. Don't brag and stare. The copyright is in my hands. How dare you stare at me after taking my things?"

Tong Zhan ignored Yi Buhuo and Yin Xiu, who were staring at each other, and turned his attention to Tong Bo's room, finally feeling relieved.

Just be fine, Tong Bo!

……

"Tong Bo!"

The moment he regained consciousness, a name full of hate came out of Yin Zhong's mouth.

After opening my eyes, the bright sun in the sky was shining on the earth, and the surroundings were quiet. It was a dreamlike spring!

If it weren't for the severe pain in his chest, he would have thought that he was back 500 years ago, as peaceful as when his daughter had just left Shuiyue Cave.

"You want to trap me just with this sword?"

Yin Zhong finally remembered what happened to him, put away the smile that unconsciously raised at the corner of his mouth, and anger took over his heart again.

He held the blade of the sword with his palm, ignoring the resistance of the sword energy on the sword, and let the blood drip on his hand. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the sword in one breath and threw it aside.

After calming down for a while, the blood hole in his chest gradually healed, and he stood up from the ground.

Looking at the four characters "Shuiyuedongtian" painted with iron and silver hooks on the cliff not far away, I couldn't help but want to get closer and look for the entrance.

Countless scars suddenly opened on his chest, and there were also signs of faint cracks between his eyebrows. A drop of blood slid down the bridge of his nose, and Yin Zhong suddenly staggered.

"Spirit mirror!"

Yin Zhong glanced bitterly at Shuiyue Cave, which was very close at hand, but was unable to launch another attack, so he had to turn around and leave step by step.

Although Shuiyuedongtian has lost Tong Bo at this time, the patriarch Tong Zhen is still there. Based on his current level, I am afraid that he will just go in to deliver food. After he recovers from his injury, let's see who else here can stop him!
Fortunately, Tong Bo did not kill the Iron Guards. All the Iron Guards retreated several miles to avoid their fighting. He should be able to hold on there.

With the energy of the Iron Guard, he should be able to temporarily suppress the injuries on his body, and let the Tong family live for a while longer as their last carnival!
It wasn't until he left that the Spirit Sword, who was pretending to be dead, stood up from the ground and circled the door of Shuiyue Cave a few times, only to find that he couldn't enter at all.

It even didn't know the road at all and seemed to have no choice but to wait for someone to pass by. It had no choice but to put it on the ground aside and fell into silence again.

(End of this chapter)